I write some things, and it seems so worthless I say something, and it feels so wordless Maybe that's the purpose Memories formless, deep thought verses Thinking comes to surface Rhyming to plead something Writing but I say nothing I have not forgot You're all I got Just trying to all stop make the doubts So be fore you go -- don't walk away Eventually I will have l ines to offer y o u But you must stay -- be here for what I ' m go ing thr oughSta_y. by my s I. de & give* Me ~ timeYou mustKn ow that my brain may be _ sick . . . but I'll be okay .